A Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance) (13 page)

"Really?"
I asked.

He
took my hand in his, moved it down, and covered his hardness through
his jeans with our hands.

"Do
you feel that?" he asked.

I
nodded as I felt him against my hand.

"You've
always done things to me," he said with a smile. "It could
never be as good as it is with you. I've never found anyone that
compared to you, not ever."

He
took my hand back up above my head and claimed my mouth hard with
his. I moaned again into his mouth.

"Keep
your hands above your head. Do you hear me?" he said with a
stern and sexy look.

I
nodded and closed my eyes.

"Open
your eyes," he snapped. "I want to you see them."

"I
can't," I said.

"Why?"
he asked.

"Because
I don't want to wake up from this dream," I said.

"Open
them, Livie," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."

I
opened them to see his beautiful smile.

"You
dream about me?" he asked.

"I
do," I answered.

"What
do I do in your dreams?" he asked.

I
smiled and bit my bottom lip. My cheeks were probably the brightest
shade of red. He sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I gasped
when he started to move it up.

"You
okay?" he asked.

"It's
not what it was the last time you were there, Z. I've had two kids.
Things are different."

"Stop,"
he snapped. "If I hear one more negative comment come out of
that mouth, I'm going to fill it with something other than my tongue.
You are who you are, and I think you're perfect. I don't care if you
have ten kids. It won't matter. You'll still be perfect. Every tiny
mark you have shows the love you have for those two babies that love
you more than they love anyone. You're good to them, baby girl. Don't
ever feel that way about yourself. Not one more thing, you hear me?"

His
hands continued sliding against my skin, as he pushed my shirt up my
belly. When he got to my breasts, he stopped for a second and took a
deep breath.

"Up,"
he said, as he reached for my hands to pull me up.

He
took my shirt in his hands and pulled it over my head. When he leaned
forward and kissed my neck, I felt him undo the hook on my bra. He
trailed tiny kisses along me neck and slowly moved my straps down my
arms and over my hands. I felt so special. He treated me like a
delicate, priceless jewel. He kissed down my chest and took both of
my bare breasts into his hands.

"You're
so beautiful," he said, as his tongue circled my nipple.

I
felt my body shiver when his warm, soft lips covered my nipple and
took it into his mouth. His tongue continued its sweet assault while
his hand took my other nipple between his thumb and finger and began
to rub and pull at it. My back arched, as I pushed my chest against
him. My hands went to the back of his head, and my fingers ran
through his soft, dark hair. I moaned out his name.

He
put one hand behind me and nudged me down onto my back.

"Hands
above your head, Livie," he said. "I want you to leave them
there. No matter what I do, where I touch, and how badly you want to
touch me, I want you to keep them above your head. If you do, I
guarantee you the most intense reward you've ever had. Can you do
that?"

I
nodded.

"I
will tie them there if I need to. Don't make me do it," he said,
as he held my hands in his against the ground above my head.

He
began slowly moving his fingers lightly down my arms. My body was
moving beneath his. He leaned down and took my nipple between his
teeth and pulled. I whimpered into the cool air. The stars were
shining above us. I want to watch them, but I couldn't take my eyes
away from his. He teased my nipples without ever dropping his
connection with my eyes.

"I'm
going to make you come, Livie. Do you want that?" he asked.

I
nodded again.

He
lightly moved his fingers down my belly and hooked them under the
waist of the shorts I had changed into. I felt a chill when he moved
his body down mine. He was no longer straddling me. His fingers moved
slowly, as he inched the shorts down. It was like torture, but there
was no way I was moving. He pulled them over my feet, and sat back
looking at my body. His eyes moved from my head all the way down to
the tips of my toes. The intense gaze of his eyes had me moving my
body without his hands even on me. He was sitting up on his knees,
looking down at me.

"So
beautiful," he said, as he reached forward, hooked my panties
with his finger, and ripped them from me.

"Fuck,"
I gasped. "Z."

He
smiled and licked between his lips from one corner of his mouth to
the other. I thought I was going to come right then and moved my legs
together. He reached out and stopped me.

"Open
for me, baby," he said.

My
breathing was already deep and fast. Without thinking, I did as he
said. I have no idea how he had that kind of control. It was the
strangest thing. I never did as I was commanded. Honestly, I usually
did exactly the opposite. When his voice was strong and demanding, I
wanted to do as he said. I wanted to please him. His fingers moved up
my thighs completely avoiding the one spot I wanted him to touch me.
His satisfied smile told me he was happy with my reaction. I kept my
arms above my head and my eyes connected with the sexy dark ones
looking back at me.

"I'm
going to lick and suck every single drop you give me, baby. I know
you're wet and ready for me. You're waiting for me to taste you,"
he said, as his finger softly grazed my clit.

My
hips moved on their own. I could feel my chest move with each breath.
It was driving me crazy that he was still wearing his shirt and
jeans. He looked into my eyes while leaning forward and licking
circles around my clit. I thought the man was going to kill me. When
his fingers entered me, my back arched and I moaned his name. It was
something I never dreamt I would ever do again. He rubbed my clit and
devoured me while his fingers continued to move in and out. Each time
I closed my eyes, he would stop. I enjoyed watching him as he looked
at me. His fingers moved deeper and faster. His tongue worked my clit
just as he hooked his fingers, and I exploded around them. My moans
mixed with his name as they entered the cool night air. I moved my
arms, and he growled. Damn, I thought. He was so sexy.

He
was on his knees, as he looked me over again. There was no hiding my
smile.

"Z,"
I moaned.

"Yes,
Livie," he said.

"I
need you," I whispered.

"You
need me where?" he asked.

I
looked at him and smiled.

"Say
it, baby," he said. "Tell me what you need. You're a grown,
beautiful woman. Tell me what you want."

"You,
Z," I said. "I want you inside of me. I need you inside of
me. I want to touch you."

He
was hovering over me in seconds. I could see the need in his eyes. He
needed me in that moment as much as I needed him. When I moved my
hands, he didn't say a word. I reached for the hem of his shirt and
pulled it up his body and over his head. He moved to take one arm out
at a time. I reached down and undid the button and zipper on his
pants. My hand went beneath his boxers and felt his rock hard shaft.
A moan escaped my lips. He laughed as he leaned back, stood up, and
removed his boxers and jeans. I looked up at his cock and smiled.

"Fuck,"
I whispered.

He
slowly crawled up my body, looking into my eyes the entire time. One
hand was on each side of my head. I reached out to run my hands over
his chiseled chest.

"I've
been dying to touch you," I said. "You look so damn good.
Time has been amazing to you."

His
cock was resting against my stomach. It was hard and thick.

He
leaned down and covered my mouth with his. I held his cheeks in my
hands and kissed him just as hard as he was kissing me. He pulled my
bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it before pulling it through his
teeth. My hips shot up against him. I moved beneath him until the tip
of his cock was right at my entrance. The warmth of his body above
mine had every bit of me feeling safe. I couldn't tell you the last
time I had felt protected by anyone. He was the only one that ever
made me feel that way.

"You
make me feel so safe, Z," I whispered.

"You're
safe with me, baby," he said.

Hearing
him call me that made me want to cry. I didn't want to think about
him leaving me again, but I knew he had to get back where he
belonged. My emotions were taking over. It was my one chance to be
with him again. I felt like my body belonged to him. He owned me. He
always had, and he always would.

"Fuck
me, Z," I said, as I looked directly into his eyes. "Please,
I need you."

He
slid slowly into me until I was completely full. There was only one
other time I ever that good in my life, and it was with him. He began
moving out and back in a little faster. I looked over at his arms and
watched his muscles tighten with each thrust into me. He took each of
my hands in his and held them above my head as he fucked me deeper
and harder than I had ever been taken. Moans and cries left my lips.
My back arched so I could be closer to him. I needed the heat from
his body. My hips met his, thrust for thrust. I wanted him deeper. I
needed to be a part of him. It was something I never wanted to forget
for the rest of my life. Our kisses were so passionate and filled
with more emotion than I could handle, and tears began to slide from
the corners of my eyes. His eyes were filled with worry and comfort.

"Livie,"
he whispered.

"Harder,
Z," I said. "I want all of you. I need everything you have
to offer. I have to remember this moment forever. You have no idea. I
need to feel your skin against mine."

He
let go of my hands. His arms held his body above mine. He plunged
into me so hard and deep that I knew I was going to feel it later.

"I
want to hear it, baby. I want to hear my name come from those sweet
lips. Every time you moan, I can feel it in my dick. We are out here
in the one place we've always had together. Nobody but me can hear
you, Livie. Don't hold back. I want it all. I want to hear you when
you come. I want my name to roll from your mouth into the air of the
night. Don't you dare hold back, baby."

I
could have come from his words alone, but I didn't want to. I didn't
want the moment to end. If I came, it would be over. I had to hold
out for as long as I could.

"Stop,"
he growled out. "Stop fucking thinking. You need to feel. Just
feel, Livie."

My
arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers held tight to his back. I
wasn't close enough. I needed to be closer. He thrust into me so
hard, my body moved up. He put his hands on the ground behind my
shoulders to keep me close. When he thrust into me that hard again, I
screamed out his name. I needed to let it all go. I needed to be in
that moment. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him even
closer. I could feel my fingers dig into his back. I lifted my head
and licked up his chest and heard another growl come from deep inside
of him.

"Fuck,
Livie," he moaned. "You're so tight, baby. It's like your
pussy was made for me. I want to feel you when you come. I want you
to hold my cock so damn tight. I need you."